Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Love In Three Acts





Act I.



love is not raising your voice

when your son drops a bowl


of microwave oatmeal all over the top


of the brand new stove



Act II.


love is not raising your voice


when your son


vacuums his diamond ear stud


and you must dig through a dust bag to find it



Act III.


love is holding back the tears


when your son realizes tomorrow is 


 Valentine's Day ~  he misses having a partner


you hear him repeat this mantra



tomorrow is just another day


tomorrow is just another day











15 comments:

  1. O, Helen! These are telling of love indeed! How much love we notice when we take a moment to see. I am sending hugs for this poem and your sweet loving. And for this son, prayers for patience . . . .

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  2. Goodness, what you do for love ~ Not to raise your voice but to always encourage and support ~

    May your son finds his peace and journey ~ Happy Hearts Day ~

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  3. This is a poem every mother will understand. I have picked thru vacuum bags too. The oatmeal on the new stove. OMG. I hope by next Valentine's Day your son has a new Valentine! Meanwhile, he has a GREAT Mom!!!!!!

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  4. This is a wonderful telling of what love is. May your son be blessed with the desire of his heart.

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  5. First, that's a fantastic response to "what is love", Helen. I am really enjoying reading the responses tonight.

    Second, the pictures! In the top one he looks to me like Anthony Bourdain, and on the bottom right, like Philip Seymour Hoffman!

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  6. I love the take on love from a mother's perspective. Act 3 is especially sweet.

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  7. A most positive attitude you've shown in all the instances, Helen! It augers well for a wonderful environment for growing up! Not many mothers had taken the trouble to adjust! Nicely!

    Hank

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  8. smiles. its the hard kind of love...taking the other into consideration before us...not letting our own frustrations or hurt come out...that last stanza as well is so tender...smiles...happy valentines helen...

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  9. It hurts so much when your children hurt! I will try to remember your Act I and Act II the next time something breaks, spills etc. in my house!!

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  10. Touching indeed. - I've been there with the missing diamond earring before!

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  11. Oh how sweet, your son is blessed to have you as his lovely mom :)

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  12. The last is heartbreaking, Helen...I actually despise this holiday for what it can do to some who have not found their, "one," yet. You're an awesome, Mom. ♥

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  13. Oh yes, you were right! I loved it! :) Sweet, sweet poem...love, indeed! :)

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  14. Nothing like the love of a mom. This is love.

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  15. ... I totally understand. My 20 year old son asked a girl he is sweet on out for the 14th. She said "no". ;( My heart aches for him... it is SO hard. (ha ha.... the stove is NOT love)

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